whim writing
The next day...the very next day! Oh, the insolence! Well, that sounded more like something that the long-molared...well, now short-molared, bushy haired little vixen would have said. Lavender dwelled more upon the unfairness that was her life.
She pouted deeply, tucking her arms beneath her breasts as she sank into a plush armchair in the Gryffindor common room. The same place where me and Won-Won snogged...unwanted tears surfaced on her dark eyes, though she removed to move her arms.
The day after she had caught Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley coming out of the boys' dormitories and had finally taken a stand, he goes back to swooning over her dorm mate.
She's not even pretty. She thought viciously, listening to the almost-distant crackle of the flame a few yards away from her. Not pretty at all. Almost ugly, she's just brainy. What kind of a blithering wart choses someone like Hermione. She sneered at the name. The look did not fit her usually pretty and giggling face.
Usually she would have spent this time whining on about her situation with her best friend, Parvati, but at the time she was down at the Ravenclaw common room speaking with her twin about their possible eviction from Hogwarts. What would Lavender do then?
Everyone's out to get me. The Patils, Won...Ron and his fickle friend who couldn't go a fortnight without having a blazing row with him. She only makes up when he gets interesting again. Lavender sat in disbelief as the realization hit her for the first time in her life. I lost.
For once, she did not get what she had wanted. Despite the fact that she had broken up the relationship, he had been disinterested in her for months, making moon eyes at the ugly Hermione and conveniently asleep whenever she came to visit him. Very convenient...she narrowed her eyes in a hawk-like imitation.
And when she had declared their affair terminated, he had the fortitude to look at Hermione briefly, so briefly that not even the know-it-all realized the significant glance. You would have thought that I was smothering him! She thought indignantly, recalling the poorly concealed expression of relief that came across his face. She would have loved to slap that look straight off of his face, but she was in hysterics.
And the little witch actually smiled. SMILED! Well, smiled might have been a complete overstatement, seeing as the only thing that looked relatively smug were her eyes, and even they had adopted a look of false humility as she attempt to comfort the inconsolable Lavender who declared herself ready for bed.
My Won-Won! She mentally screamed, her face screwed up in rage as she heard someone move behind her. She whirled around to find Seamus gathering his belongings, not even noticing Lavender's figure in the chair, her face outlined by the shadow of flame.
Without so much as a word exchanged he headed back up to his dormitory, probably where Ron and Harry were talking about her.
But Seamus does look fit...
ahh, the fickleness of young love.